Like All Things, It Too Shall Pass

Chapter 12: Amy

"Sometimes you can't figure out the truth because you're asking people that are emotionally or socially invested in you to be brutally honest. Often family or friends will tell you what you want to hear, or what they want to believe because of their emotional investment in the situation. Instead of circling the drain with biased speculation, go out and get twenty unbiased people that have nothing to lose if they speak their mind and then ask them what they think. After you do that, stop asking for people's perspectives. Accept their answer because you're not going to ever know the real truth when the person you love lies to you. Sometimes, you only have the truth of common sense when the unbiased majority has offered you their opinion. When we care about people, we will believe the most far-fetched fantasies to help us deal with our actions, their actions and the conversations we missed out on. Our intuition then becomes compromised. You should never put your life on hold, in order to decide what the truth is. The memory of truth no longer remains pure in the mind of a liar."

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Chapter 12: Amy

"I will both lay me down in peace and sleep, for thou Lord, only makest me dwell in safety" I said knowing fully well that I wouldn't get any sleep anytime soon. Ever since I left I have been running. I've been running and all I've tasted was water and I had not touch much of the food. I wanted to call Jeremiah and Vanessa and let them know what was going on so bad, but I couldn't since that bastard had made me dump the phone in water. For the first two day after I left, I was doing fine and everything was going great. On day number four I started noticing things. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the noise. It sounded as if there were footstep in the woods. By now I was way too deep in the forest to even think about going back home and forgetting about all this. I remember sitting up and looking around, until I saw a shadow. It was the shadow of a male, that I was sure of. I stayed motionless where I was trying not to get caught with thoughts running in my head. Who was he? Why was he here in the middle of the night? was he lost or was he looking for something? Of course I didn't have answers to any of these questions, but I decided to not let anyone see me here especially since my face has been all over the news. The next couple of days it didn't look as if the person was lost because if I'm not mistaking it looked as if he was actually following me, but I didn't fully believed that until three days ago when he finally caught up with me.

"Finally." He said in a deep voice.

"Um, are you lost sir, can I help you?" I asked him backing away from him.

"Bitch you're the fucking reason my sorry ass is here in the first place." He said furiously walking towards me faster and faster as I was walking backward.

"What do you mean? I don't even know you." I told him about to run away when he grabbed me.

"Now we gon do this nice and easy, I give you instructions and you follow, okay Amy?" he said.

"Let go of me you son of a bitch?! How the fuck do you even know my name?" I asked him getting upset.

"You got a mouth I see, nice chocolate skin you have. I wonder what it tastes like." He said squeezing my arm harder.

"Let go of me you pervert." I screamed at him.

"Look, I was paid to kill your bitch ass. Ain't you the one who killed her mother? Young beautiful girl you are." He said pulling out a gun and a pocket knife.

"Fuck you." I said spitting on him.

"Which do you prefer? Knife or gun?" He asked me. Instead of answering I was looking for a way to escape from his grip. He was so busy cleaning his tools that he forgot he had let go of my arm. I slowly backed away, and he still hadn't noticed. I knew better than to try running since he was holding a gun. I looked around and thought to myself. If I kicked him on the hand that's holding the knife, he would shoot me. If I kicked the other hand, I would not get away fast enough. So I did what I thought was better and kicked his private area. Not only did he let go of the gun, the knife went down too as he grabbed his nut and screamed. It was a win win for me. I quickly took both the weapons and ran as he was screaming.

"I'm gonna kill you bitch." I ignored him and kept on running hopping that he didn't have any other weapons. I couldn't remember how long I ran but day and night passed by, and yet I kept on running until I found a little cabin. I went in and decided to rest in there for the night knowing that it wouldn't be long before he caught up with me. I've been there ever since then which meaning I've been there for at least three days and was about to rest before leaving again. I knew he wouldn't last long in the woods because as far as I could tell he didn't have any supplies with him. And yet there were still no sign of my mother, but I decided not to give up until I found her. Lord knows I wanted to rest a lot but I was scared that if I fell asleep he would catch up with me, and I wouldn't know. I tried sleeping with one eye close and one open. Not a day passed by without me thinking of Jeremiah. I mean was he worried? Now that I lost the phone and wasn't able to know what was happening back home. I put my head down and allowed my eyes to close hoping that I would again dream of Jeremiah.